Poz Daddy Took My Cherry

[Guest bradbottom]

When I was in my late teens in the 90s, I met a 45-year old man in a chat room.  It wasn’t long before we started talking on the phone.  Although I’d told him I was a bit older than I actually was (I was still legal, of course), I think he knew I was a nineteen year old living at home… the guy let me call him collect.  We’d have the hottest phone sex, and he’d offered a number of times to fly me to his town, or to come visit me for a weekend to make it real.  I frequently fantasize about the scene that would have followed if I had hooked up with him.

 

We never exchanged names.  The guy always insisted that I call him dad, daddy, or sir.  And he called me son or boy.

 

I wasn’t comfortable traveling to see him, but over the number of conversations we’d had on the phone, I knew I was ready to give it up to my daddy.  We agreed on a weekend, and he got a hotel room in my home town.  Leading up to his visit, he gave me a lot of instructions on how to prepare for our big weekend.  Clearly daddy wanted his boy in tip-top shape: able to take all that daddy had to offer without any surprises.

 

Saturday finally came after much anticipation.  He met me in the hotel lobby in the afternoon.  Although we’d never traded pictures, he was exactly as he’d described himself.  He stood about six feet tall, with brown hair slightly thinning on top.  He’d never told me his exact weight, but he told me he wasn’t a gym rat and carried a few extra pounds.  The man in the lobby was exactly that - I’d guess his weight around 210 or 220, but he carried it well and I found him very attractive.  I couldn’t wait to see (and feel, and taste) the rest of what he’d described to me over our numerous chat and phone sessions.

 

There weren’t any words to our greeting.  I just waved at him, and he stood, nodded his head, and led me back to his lair for my initiation.

 

He opened the door to his room and let me in ahead of him.  The room was nothing remarkable: a couch and coffee table, a desk and chair, and a king-size bed.  The curtains had been drawn, but a few lights were on.  It wasn’t dim; I knew, from our previous conversations, that daddy would want to see his boy’s body.

 

As he closed the door, I turned to face him.  He stood at the door and looked at me, slowly, from toe to head.  I was frozen, not sure exactly what to do or say.  He was the first to speak.  “Well son, you certainly look like you were worth the trip.  Your daddy traveled six hours to come see you.  I want you to keep that in mind this afternoon, and I want you to do your best to make daddy’s trip worth it.  If you’ve followed my instructions this week, you should have a good time too.”

 

My cock began to swell as I thought about the regimen I had been following through the week prior.  It had started with the simple act of slipping first one, then two fingers in my hole, every morning and again each night.  That alone had made my cock rock hard.  Dad was also into ripe undies, so he’d asked me also, in the earlier part of the week, to wear the same pair of briefs, and to make sure that I’d stroked a few loads into them.  But the more pressing challenge was his instructions for the rest of the week: no masturbating after Tuesday, and I’d been fasting since Friday afternoon.

 

“Yes, dad,” I replied. “I followed all your instructions, and I’m wearing the special shorts you wanted, too.  I’m ready to make this a good trip for you.”

 

“Good,” he replied, as he walked past me, and pushed the coffee table from the couch and sat down in the middle of it.

 

He lifted his chin and nodded in my direction.  “Now come over here and stand in front of me.”

 

I complied readily, my dick rising to such attention that it was causing a noticeable bulge in my jeans.

 

He definitely noticed it.  “Let me see that from the side.  Why don’t you turn and take your shirt off?”

 

I threw my shirt over my head.  It draped on the side of the bed.

 

“Very nice, boy.  Now, why don’t you unbutton your jeans and unzip your fly.  It looks like something is dying to get out of there.”

 

I did as he said, unbuttoning first, and then lowering the zipper.  I started to lower the jeans, but he stopped me.  “Ah-ah-ah, let’s not get too hasty.”  As I stopped, he beckoned me closer to him.  “Come here and kneel down between my legs.”

 

As I moved over to him, he unbuttoned his shirt, exposing his slightly hairy chest and small belly.  He told me to unbuckle his belt, undo his fly, and suck his cock through his briefs.  Finally, I’d get to find out about the rest of his stats - his eight-inch daddy dick.  Not too thick, with a plump, mushroom head.

 

I picked up a ripe smell as I lowered my head to his crotch.  As if noticing, he said, “You see, I’ve been making a special pair of daddy shorts, just like yours.  Do you like that smell?”

 

I’m such a kink.  Of course I did.  I looked at him with wide eyes and nodded eagerly.

 

“Good,” he said, “now go ahead and get a taste of daddy through these shorts.”  I opened my mouth and put my tongue between the flaps of his open fly.  There were several patches that looked like cum stains, and at the tip of his cock, I could see they were wet.  Daddy was dripping already.

 

As I knelt in front of him, he leaned forward and shrugged out of his shirt.  He said, “It’s OK if you want to get the clothes out of the way.”

 

I leaned back, sitting on my knees, shirtless with my fly open and my cock bulging through my briefs.  I untied his shoes and took them off.  Then, the socks.  I got up on my knees again, and lowered the waste of his jeans as he wriggled out of them.  Just those ripe briefs between me and that daddy dick.

 

I buried my nose in his crotch, again, to take in all the sweat and jizz that had accumulated in his briefs.  “That’s a good boy.  You know I spent a lot of time to make these daddy shorts.  I’m glad you appreciate them.”

 

My cock was literally throbbing.  Like his, it was also dripping, making my own, ripe shorts damp.  I reached down to touch it, but he stopped me.  “Remember, son, I made a long trip for you.  I want you to last for me.  I’ll tell you when you can touch that boy dick of yours.”  I put my hands on his thighs.  “That’s a good boy,” he replied.

 

“Are you ready to see daddy’s cock without looking through these shorts?” he asked.  I nodded vigorously.

 

“Oh, daddy, I want to taste it, too.”

 

“OK,” he replied.  “I want you to stand up and take off your jeans.  But just the jeans, OK?  Keep those sweaty briefs on.”

 

I did as he said, then returned to my place in front of him.  I put my hands to either side of the waist band of his briefs, and lowered them until his throbbing cock snapped out.  It was exactly as he’d described it: eight inches in length, but on the skinnier side.  Its girth was only slightly more than the narrow end of a wine bottle.  But the tip was amazing.  It mushroomed out, glistening with fresh drops of his pre-cum.  I again put my head in his crotch, and got my first taste of daddy juice - salty and a little sticky.  I began to lick the tip, and then I put my entire mouth around his tool, licking as I lowered over his shaft.  

 

“Oh son,” he moaned, “you can’t do too much of that or you’re going to wind up with a mouth full of daddy’s juice.  We don’t want that just yet.”

 

I raised my head and again looked up at him.  “What now, daddy?”

 

“Why don’t you sit here on the couch, next to me.  I want to feel your little prick.”

 

I stood up, turned, and sat down on the couch.  I slipped out of my sandals as he brought his lips to mine.  He began to rub his hands on my body, first on my thighs, then digging into my crotch to feel my dick through my underwear.  I followed his lead, placing one hand on his chest.  I used the other to reach into his already-lowered briefs and feel his swollen balls.  I could feel that his crotch was damp with sweat, pre-cum, and my saliva.  I shuddered in ecstasy.

 

We continued to make out and explore each others’ bodies.  I rubbed my hands all over his chest and belly, and I gripped and stroked the first cock I’d ever touched that wasn’t mine.  His hands wandered all over my body, too, but he avoided touching my cock too much.  “I know you’re going to be really close to exploding, and I want you to last, OK?”

 

After I nodded, he pulled away from me and asked, “I can tell you’ve liked things so far.  Are you ready to go a little further for dad?”  Once again, I nodded my eager consent, and he instructed, “I want you to stand up and go over to the coffee table.  Bend over the table and put your hands on it.”

 

I did as he said, awkwardly lowering myself to the table so that I could put my hands on it.  He came up behind me and put both hands on my rear end.  He then pulled at the waist of my jeans and lowered them to the floor.  As I stepped out of them, I could hear him remove his briefs.  He put them on the table next to me.  He pressed himself up against me, so that I could feel his stiff cock, though my shorts, pressing into the crack of my butt.  He lowered his chest against mine and slid his hands down my arms until they were on top of my hands, and he said, “We’re not all the way here, just yet.  Stay here just like this.”

 

I drank in his naked body as he went to the bathroom and retrieved what looked like a white toothpaste tube, and put it to the side of his briefs.  “I think you’ll be happy we have this a little later,” he told me.

 

He then removed my briefs, and as I stepped out of them, he put his face in them and took a good whiff before setting them down on the table to my other side.  He told me to spread my legs apart, and as I did so, he knelt down and slid his wet tongue down my crack, finding my smooth hole.  He began to lick it, and I moaned.  He lifted his head and said, “Tell me how that feels, son.”

 

I replied, “Dad, your tongue feels so good.  I can’t wait for more.  I’ve been practicing for you.”

 

“Good,” he said, “because I’m not going to waste my time with fingers.  I’m going to teach you how to take daddy’s cock, but I’m only going to use the real thing to do it.”  He lowered himself down again, and continued to rim me, spitting and plunging his tongue into my hole.  First, just a little bit, but then gradually as far as it would go, as I began to loosen up and receive his tongue.

 

He had taken care to make sure that my hole was literally dripping wet, as he took the tube, squeezed out some gel, and applied it to his cock.  Then, he stood up behind me, and with one hand on his lubricated penis, guided its tip right to my hole.  I moaned again as he bent over, holding his cock there, and whispered into my ear. “Taking the tip is going to be the hardest part, but we’ll go really slow.  Once you open up enough for the tip, the rest will be real easy.  So just relax, and remember that we can take all the time we need.”  Sweat began to pool on my back as I nodded in reply.

 

“Are you ready for my daddy dick?”

 

I nodded my head, as he applied a little pressure to his tip, and I felt my wet hole open slightly to receive it.  He only entered a little bit, but I protested.  “Shouldn’t you be wearing a condom?” I asked.

 

He held the tip of his cock steady.  “This is just the first part.  It’s practice.  We don’t need a condom right now, because I’m not going very deep in your hole.  Trust me, it’ll feel better without a condom, just while I get you loosened up.  OK?”

 

“OK, dad,” I replied.  It just felt so good that I couldn’t mount a strong protest, and besides, if we were going to be safe when it really counted, I knew I’d be OK.

 

“Boy, are you ready to take a little more?  You seem to be opening up nicely.  You’re really making your dad happy.”

 

I told him I did, but that wasn’t enough.  “Tell me how much you want it.”

 

“Daddy, I want to feel you opening my hole more.  I want your daddy dick inside me.”

 

“Good boy.  Here comes a little more.”

 

I braced as he pushed a bit more of his tip in my hole.  I could feel my wet sphincter widening around as his cock pushed slightly deeper into my virgin hole.  I moaned and arched my back.

 

Again, he held steady, one hand still on his cock, as he told me to breathe deep and relax, so that he could penetrate still further.  As I relaxed and my hole loosened - ever so slightly - its grip on the tip of dad’s cock, he pulled his dick back out.

 

I turned to look over my shoulder, and he explained.  “Practice includes a few lessons.  I want to make sure you’re really ready for my daddy dick before I give you all of it.  So here comes a little more.”

 

This time, he brought his cock to my hole and pushed in with a little more pressure.  It was much easier on the second time.  My boy hole opened for it, and swallowed around the tip of his cock.  I moaned, not quite ready for so much stretching.

 

“Wow son,” daddy said as he steadied himself.  “I wasn’t expecting your boy hole to be so hungry.  I want you to relax a little bit more.  And, since I’m already in here, we’re going to try a little bit of thrusting to see how you like it.”

 

Again, I protested.  I said, “Daddy, I think it’s time for a condom now.”

 

He had other plans.  “Shh, son, It’s OK.  I have a special surprise for you that you can’t get if we use a condom.  And since I kind of slipped in, I’m already dripping my daddy juice inside of you.  A condom wouldn’t do much at this point.”  He said all of this as he kept one hand on my lower back, and the other still on his dick, holding it there, with just its tip swallowed in my hole.

 

I had to admit.  Having his cock inside me, completely raw, leaking his sticky pre-cum into my hole, was turning me on very much.  With one hand I began to stroke my cock again, and I gave my consent.  “Daddy, I like the way it feels with your skin on mine.  I’m OK to take you bareback.”

 

I sensed the delight.  I felt it in his voice as he said, “Good boy.  Daddy doesn’t like condoms very much anyway, and I’m glad you’re willing to do a little extra to make this a good trip.”  I could feel it in other ways, too.  His tip was bulging even more, stretching my hole once again.  “But get your hand off your prick.  I’ll tell you when it’s your turn.”

 

I began to have some second thoughts about having this man's prick inside my hole.  I thought maybe I should ask him if he was negative, but then I thought about how far he'd come, and how much I really did want to please him.  I reassured myself that he probably was clean, even as my cock throbbed at the notion of a chance that he might not be.

 

He asked me how I was feeling, and I told him that I was relaxing and ready to move on.  He pushed his cock in a little bit further, and as I moaned and arched my back in response, he leaned over, and grabbed the tube of gel and our underwear.  He shifted everything to one hand, and put the other on my hip.

 

“Now it’s really important that you relax.  I’m going to pull my daddy dick out, and I don’t want to hurt you.”  I breathed out as he withdrew.  I could feel my sphincter open and then close as his tip traveled back out.

 

 He told me to get on the bed, on my hands and knees.  As I did, he got on the bed on his knees behind me.  He put my shorts up to his face and took a deep breath in.  Then, he put more lube on his cock.  Grabbing his briefs in one hand, he used the other to bring his mushroom once again to my hole.  He leaned over, shoving his shorts in my face.  “I want you to hold these up here, so you can get a nice smell of what you’re taking.”  With one hand, I took them, doing as I was instructed.  I used the other to brace myself against the bed.

 

“We’re still going slow for a little bit more, just to make sure I can get in there without causing too much pain.  Are you ready?”  At first, he didn’t seem to be waiting for a response; he just slowly pushed his tip back inside me.  But he waited.

 

Remembering that daddy liked it when I was verbal, I moaned at him.  “I’m ready for you to put all eight inches inside me and take my virginity.  And I’m glad we’re doing this raw, so your daddy juices can get all over my hole and help to lube it up.”

 

It worked.  I could feel him throbbing harder than ever, if only an inch inside me.  “You’re a really good boy.  I’m going to reward you for being so good.  Daddy has a special gift to give his son.”

 

Slowly, inch by inch, he slid his cock inside me.  He stopped and pulled back a few times, re-inserting slightly deeper each time, until his hips were pressed firmly against my butt, and I had swallowed all eight inches of his manhood.

 

“The lessons are over, boy,” he said.  “I’ve made you feel good, now I want you to help your daddy feel good.”

 

With his entire length inside me, I dropped his briefs to the bed.  He noticed, grabbed mine again, and took another sharp inhale.  I lowered my body, planting my face right into his shorts and arching my back, ready to give him what he wanted.  The smell of his crotch filled my lungs and made me harder and harder.

 

He began to thrust, slowly and with the whole length of this tool at first.  But his pace gradually quickened, and his strokes got shorter.  He was groaning, and his cock remained deep within me.  He was using short thrusts, barely withdrawing before re-entering.

 

Suddenly, he stopped.  “Son, I’m very close to cumming.  What you you want daddy to do with his cum?”

 

Once again, I was abruptly aware that this was the first time that we’d met in person, and here he was, with his unwrapped daddy dick, balls deep inside my hole, ready to unload and leave behind a generous helping of his DNA.  Here he was talking about giving me a gift…  I could only think this meant the virus.  This made me a little nervous, as I realized I still had time to ask daddy to pull his cock out and still avoid taking the fair majority of this stranger’s seed.

 

I moved my weight to my knees, and with my arms I reached behind me to grab onto his ass.  Just as I was about to turn over my shoulder and ask him to shoot on my chest, I could hear - or rather, feel - a guttural moan originate in his belly, which was now firmly against the small of my back.

 

At that point, I knew I’d spent too long thinking about it.  There was no asking him to stop at this point.  His hips flexed as he thrusted every one of his eight inches into my body.  From inside, I could feel the mushroom tip of daddy’s dick swell, while his semen flowed down the shaft of his cock and released, flooding my insides.  Nervous sweat pooled on my brow as I realized that, at this point, I simply had to take daddy’s fat, creamy wad.  Like it or lump it, his DNA was now in my body in a big way.

 

“Good boy.  Goooood boy,” he groaned while releasing his jizz.  “I thought you were going to ask me to pull out, and I’m very pleased that you didn’t.  Your tight little hole was too irresistible not to seed.”

 

I thought about telling him about my hesitation, but I had to be honest with myself.  Just as badly as he wanted to plant it, I wanted to take it.  And that thought was bringing me over the edge, as I began stroking my cock with his big, dripping man meat still inside me.

 

“That’s it, son, feel my prick stretching your hole while you stroke out some boy seed.”  He handed me his ripe underwear.  “I want you to drop your load in these, so I have something to remember you by once I head out of town.”

 

As I came to the brink, he whispered in my ear.  “Yes son, tighten your ass around my cock while you cum.”  He began to pull out as I shot a few ribbons of cum into his briefs.  “You just milked out even more of my daddy juice.  Now I am going to tell you about that surprise.”

 

I fell back, on my back, on the bed naked.  He sat up and put his briefs on and laid next to me.  “Son, I know I said that I was clean.  I thought you might not have let me have your virgin hole if you knew.  But I have HIV and I stopped taking my meds about two months ago, right when we first planned to meet up.  So that load you just took, it was charged.”

 

My eyes bulged as I took in the news.  Just like that, the first man ever to put his cock inside me had quietly bred his disease into me.  But oddly, rather than be upset, I could feel my cock start to throb again.  I was glad to be host to daddy’s toxic seed, and to be initiated into the club.  My groins ached for more.

 

“Daddy, I want to make sure your trip was worth it.  Maybe you should give me another load to be sure.”

[cman54]

That was so good. I`m a 61 year old virgin here and if when I get my cherry popped it would be hot to have it done just like this:)

[MackyJay]

Give me a couple of those loads too.

[cman54]

I think it is hot when a guy stops taking his meds. so he can breed someone right!

[barefootbob]

This is a fantastic story, very hot. I hope there is more

[bently67]

Love this story.

Hope there is more to come.

Very hot!!!

Love that he let daddy know he loved taking his toxic cum and wanted more.

[ctdanburyguy]

*moans* Hot story, love them with daddy's in them

[Guest bradbottom]

Chapter 1: Poz Daddy Took My Cherry

 

Chapter 2: One for the Road

 

As I drove back to his hotel room the next day, my mind wandered, reviewing yesterday’s events.  A lot was going through my head.  I couldn’t believe that I’d let this man, practically a stranger, put his raw cock in my otherwise virgin hole.  And to top it off, I’d let him release his seed inside me.  

 

All that was before he’d told me he was HIV positive, and that he’d likely given it to me.  I felt so dirty for allowing it to happen, but I also felt oddly charged, and I had to have more.

 

I simply couldn’t resist another chance to get his daddy dick up my hole, even if just one more time.  As I parked my car, I knew I’d already given in to myself.  Thinking of that one more load before dad left town caused my cock to bulge in my jeans as I walked into the hotel and back to his room.

 

I knocked on his door, and he let me in.  His room was entirely empty except for the lube on his bed.  “Son, I’ve already loaded everything into my car.  I need to get on the road today, so this is going to be a lot quicker than yesterday.  But that’s OK; I’m sure it won’t be long until you let me fly you up to see me.  We’ll call this one for the road.

 

“Now, I want you to undress for me and lie on your back on the bed.”

 

I quickly slipped off my shoes and undid my fly.  Not wearing any underwear, I felt my stiff boy prick snap free and stand to attention.  I threw my shirt over my head and into a heap on the floor.

 

Dad was efficient.  “Very nice, young stud.  We are both going to enjoy this.  Lie on your back at the edge of the bed, and get your legs in the air for me.”

 

I did as he said, and he unbuttoned his waist and lowered the zipper on his fly.  He dropped his jeans and underwear to his knees, and that slim, eight inch daddy dick came free, pointing like a compass to its target.

 

Dad then squeezed some lube into his hand, rubbing it first onto his cock, and then massaging my hole with a little more.  I could feel him shoving a little of it inside me with two of his fingers.  I could tell that, after yesterday, accepting Daddy was going to be much easier today.

 

Without saying anything else, he stepped close to me, pushing the mushroom tip of his cock up against, and slowly into, my hole.  I relaxed to accept it.  My tight hole gave way once again, splitting, and allowing the tip of daddy’s dripping cock to penetrate me.  I made eye contact with dad, but neither of us said a word.

 

He gripped the base of his prick like the hilt of a sword, and slowly, inch by inch, guided himself deeper into my little boy pussy.  I felt myself stretching to accommodate, growing ready to receive my gift.  Once all the way in, he began thrusting vigorously.

 

It was over before I even knew it.  He thrusted inside me a few times, and I saw his eyes go closed as he let out a moan that told me that his gift was imminent.  As I felt his throbbing cock releasing his DNA inside me, he moaned at me, “Yes, boy, yeeeeeeessss.  I’m giving you my Daddy juice.”

 

As his eyes opened, he looked at me and grabbed his cock with one hand.  “Now milk the rest of Daddy’s jizz out of my bone just like you did yesterday.”  As I puckered around his spear, he used his hand to help empty more of his venom into me.

 

Before I even had a chance to blink, he had withdrawn and was zipping up.  It was weird that I didn’t get to cum too, but it was just so hot like this.  I sat up and began getting dressed myself, stretching my jeans around my still stiff prick.

 

“I have to get going, son.  You were definitely one for the books.  Keep in touch.  I want to know once my seed takes.  And I’m serious about coming to visit me… you’re welcome any time.”

 

“Daddy, I can't wait."

Edited November 30, 2015 by bradbottom

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[cumhole1919]

Back when I thought I was practicing safe sex he would have convinced me to take his load just by saying that his precum inside me made a condom pointless.  I wouldn't have given a second thought to where his load should go, he wanted to cum inside me, so I wanted him to cum inside me.  And after he told me he was poz, I probably would have decided he was just playing with my mind.  I was a master at rationalizing having whatever kind of sex a top wanted.  It's a wonder it took so long for me to convert.

[Guest bradbottom]

I’d been keeping in touch with dad over the past four months.  More of the same… some hot chat and phone sex.  Ever since he took my cherry and flooded me with his poz cum, I’d felt very uninhibited but hadn’t really felt like connecting with anyone else.  Taking his gift was very liberating, but I guess I wanted to make sure I knew it was him who knocked me up… so I didn’t want to take anyone else’s seed until I’d tested positive myself.

 

Oddly, I’d taken a test two weeks ago and it came back neg.  The results were very strange.  Until then, I had resigned myself to my new fate and begun to embrace it.  Hearing that I was still neg suggested that I had a second chance: I could stop going down this road and begin protecting myself.  But despite the negative result, something inside me continued to tell me that my fate was sealed, and that I needed to accept my destiny as a young, HIV positive cum whore.  I quieted the rational, protective voice inside me by telling myself that, if I’m only letting daddy fuck me, and he hasn’t converted me, perhaps I won’t get it from him.

 

I talked about the negative result with dad, and of course in the same conversation he offered to have me come to his home for a visit.  I was so horny that I accepted without blinking.  I couldn’t wait for another round with the taker of my virginity, and this time, since I already knew there wouldn’t be anything between daddy’s bare cock and my tight boy hole, I was even hungrier to receive his gift.

 

When I arrived at his house, dad opened the door before I even knocked.  My cock stood at attention the moment I walked inside.  He’d answered the door wearing just a pair of white briefs and a t-shirt.  The energy between us was all male, practically animal.  He made no effort to embrace; he just stared at me as he closed the door behind me.

 

“Welcome, son.  You’re overdressed.  I want you to take off all your clothes, and put this on for me.”

 

In his outstretched hand, he held a crumpled up, black jock strap.  When I took it, I opened it up and looked at it.  I’d never worn a jock strap before.  I think my cock was literally dripping, it made me so excited.  I noticed that it was a bit crusty, and I could tell that it had been soaked with cum a number of times.  It was also too small for him to wear, so I was curious.

 

Not curious enough to slow down.  I was instantly stripped to my socks, and putting on the jock strap as dad explained.

 

“Son, when I fuck my boys, I like them to wear this.  When I’ve given them my gift, they soak this with their own loads.  It’s how I make sure you feel a connection to all your fuck brothers.”

 

I did my best to adjust my stiff prick into the jock.  My dripping precum made the jock wet, and I felt all the loads in it coming alive against my own prick.  I wondered how many of the loads now pressing against my young cock had been charged with daddy’s gift.

 

“This is just the tip of the iceberg, son.  I have a couple surprises in store for you.  Well, actually, four.  But before we get to that, I need you to get down on your knees right now and get those cute lips onto my daddy dick.”

 

“Yes daddy,” I replied.  I dropped down and pulled his dick out of his briefs.  Resting my forehead against the bottom of his small belly, I guided his semi-hard penis to my mouth.  Once in my mouth, his prick grew to its familiar shape.  I could feel the tip grow to its mushroom shape, as it pushed its way back toward my throat.  I lifted my head and looked up.  Daddy’s dick tasted musky, and there was a manly, heady smell in his crotch.  I think he’d been marinating in his scent for a day or two.  My cock was twitching.

 

As dad made eye contact with me, he pulled my head away.  “Yes, boy, that’s very nice.  It’s been too long.  Are you ready to be bred?  I have some very nice gifts lined up for you.”

 

“Daddy, I can’t wait to have your seed inside me again.  But gifts?  And four surprises?”

 

“Well, let’s go back to the bedroom.”  I followed as we walked to the back of his house, and through a doorway into a dimly lit room.  Indeed, what a surprise.

 

His bedroom was large, with a bed and a couch in it.  That wasn’t the surprise; the surprise was the three men on the couch.  And the twink, only slightly older than me, on the bed.  

 

Two of the men looked slightly younger than dad.  One was heavyset, with a large, round belly.  He was completely naked, and was stroking his stiff, thick, eight inch cock.  It was gargantuan - like the size of a red bull can.  The other was skinny, shirtless, wearing a pair of gym shorts with boxers peeking out the top.  I couldn’t make out his cock size, but he was stroking it through his shorts.  

 

The third man on the couch looked older.  He was incredibly skinny.  I could see his ribs, and his face was wrinkly, as if the skin were falling off his face.  He, too, was naked and wielding a stiff cock, I guess about seven inches in length.  As he stroked it, the tip peeked in and out of his foreskin.

 

All three looked at me, but the twink was the first to speak.  “Mmmm, you get to wear the jock.  I’ve been flooding that with my juice for the past few months.  I’m glad daddy’s adding some new seed to it.”  He was on the bed, also with a stiff dick, completely naked.  He got up and walked toward us.  “I think you and I should trade places; your place is on the bed today.”

 

Dad nodded, and as I walked toward the bed, I noticed that the men had been stroking to the TV, which was showing some rough porn.  “Son, this is the surprise I was talking about.  I started fucking Fred and Shane, here, about fifteen years ago, when they were your age.  They were pretty surprised when they found out that I’d given them the bug, but they’ve learned to embrace it.  They’re both healthy and on meds, but they enjoy topping too, so I just had to share you with them.”

 

Gesturing to the twink, dad said, “This is your fuck brother, Damian.  When I stopped taking my meds before you and I first met, I also started gifting Damian.  Since he lives a little closer, I’ve been able to get my seed in him more often, and he’s actually knocked up.”

 

Damian eyed me with a mischievous smile.  “I’m a bottom just like you, but dad asked me over to help you get started.  None of these guys really like using lube to fuck with, so dad wants me to grease you up with a load of my jizz.”

 

Now I was uncomfortable.  I had planned to take dad’s raw cock during my visit.  I knew I was taking a risk, since dad had HIV and wasn’t taking any meds.  But now dad wanted me to let this newly HIV positive twink cum all over my hole, and then take raw cock, and probably seed, from three other men.  I looked at dad, and I think he sensed my discomfort.

 

“Son, remember how important it is to please your daddy.  I paid a lot of money to fly you here to see me at the last minute.  You don’t want to disappoint daddy and his friends, do you?  Trust me, you’ll be OK and everything will be fine.  It will feel really good.”

 

The others in the room seemed to fade, and I only saw dad.  “Yes, dad, I want to be a good boy and please you and your friends.  I will do whatever you ask.”

 

“Good, son.  Lie on your back at the edge of the bed with your legs in the air, just like the last time I topped you in the hotel room.  And don’t worry, Damian isn’t going to cum inside you, he’s only going to cum around your hole.”

 

I did as daddy asked, and Damian walked over to me.  He pointed his hard cock right at my hole and began jacking himself furiously.  His shuddering shoulders and tightly squinting eyes were the signal that he was close.  With my legs in the air and my hands on my ankles, I felt the tip of his cock push at the base of my balls, and then it started.  I could feel his warm load beginning to drip down toward my hungry hole.  He moaned loudly and with his hand, guided the tip of his cock down the rivulet of cum he’d already deposited.  My eyes opened wide as I felt the tip of his cock push against my hole, and he moaned again, clearly not finished.  His juice was definitely going inside my hole, and just a bit of his tip followed the trail while he finished releasing his load.  Even though daddy had said otherwise, Damian definitely dropped some of his load inside me before I could even stop him.

 

Damian opened his eyes and backed away.  “Sorry, bro, but it was so hot I kinda got carried away.”

 

I was going to speak, but dad cut me off.  “It’s OK Damian; your fuck brother is learning his place.  You’re just helping in his instruction.  You can leave if you like.”

 

Damian then grabbed his clothes and walked out.  Wow, he bolted pretty fast.

 

Then I spoke up.  “Dad that was a bit of a surprise, but it’s already done and I’m really horny.  Really hungry.”

 

“Does that mean you’re ready to open up and take some daddy dick?”

 

“Yes, sir.”

 

Dad tossed his shirt on the floor, but kept his briefs on.  He pulled his stiff dick out and rubbed the tip of it in the bit of cum that Damian had squirted outside my hole.  With this and his already dripping pre-cum, dad’s prick was stiff, shiny, and slippery.  Ready to conquer its target.

 

This time, daddy’s entry was easier even than the last time.  I felt his fat tip squeeze through and into my tight hole, and he slowly inserted his prick all the way.  He thrusted his hips a couple times and moaned in delight, before pulling back out.

 

“I’m going to leave my seed behind last.  I think Fred and Shane are going to bust if they don’t get in there soon.”

 

Fred, the heavy set one, was the next to go.  He rose from the couch, his monster cock standing at attention.  I devious grin spread across his face, while, continuing to stroke, the shiny tip of his dick glistening with his pre-cum.

 

As Fred brought the shiny tip of his cock to my hungry boy hole, I was instantly glad to have Damian’s load lubing me up, and every drop of daddy’s pre-cum.  Fred was merciless.  I exhaled sharply as he shoved his cock inside me.  I felt like he was splitting me in two as he rammed in and out of me aggressively.

 

After a couple minutes of pounding, he pulled out.  “Get up on the bed on your hands and knees, bitch,” he said.

 

I did exactly as he told me, and the pummeling continued.  In and out of my hole he thrusted, forcing me to accept all of his length and girth.  He grunted, and I could feel sweat gathering on his belly, which was firm against my back.  His sweat was making the two of us a bit slippery, which was kind of hot.  He groaned the entire time, very deep.

 

As my insides stretched and relaxed to accept him fully, I could feel him getting closer.  His thrusts began to intensify, until he shoved into my hole all the way to the hilt.  I heard a final, loud moan as I felt the whole weight of his belly come down on me, forcing my onto my belly and pinning me to the mattress.  It was like this that he released himself inside me, pumping once or twice more as he came.

 

He quickly pulled out and rolled over, slapping my ass cheeks.  “Very nice, boy.  Verrrrrry nice.”  I rolled back onto my back to prepare for the next wave as Fred got up from the bed and began dressing.  At least he wasn’t in as much of a hurry to leave as Damian.

 

My attention shifted quickly to Shane, who had apparently gotten up from the couch while Fred was finishing off.  He stood at the edge of the bed, still wearing his gym shorts.  His cock must have been poking through the fly of his boxers, because his shorts were basically a pup tent.  This was the first indication of Shane’s cock size, and it was long.

 

Shane wasted no time pulling his shorts and boxers off, dropping them to his ankles.  They revealed a long, skinny tool.  It must have been ten inches.  With his left hand, he grabbed my leg.  He used his right to pump up and down on his cock a couple times before guiding it to my hole, which was now dripping wet with semen.

 

Having been stretched to accommodate Fred, my hole readily accepted Shane’s prick.  His extra length felt strange on my insides, but after Fred, it wasn’t painful.  Shane got right down to business, thrusting in and out with the full length of his cock.  After a bit, he pulled it out and began stroking it again with his right hand, as he moaned.  I could tell he was getting himself closer and closer.  And then it came.  A low-pitched growl came from Shane as he began to spray his DNA on my hole, and then re-inserted his cock balls-deep, continuing to shoot his load all the way in.

 

Thanks to Shane’s length, I was confident that he had pushed his sperm, along with both Damian’s and Fred’s, deeper into my body than daddy had previously planted his seed.  Even given my previous hang up with having Damian put his cock in my hole, the thought of this was causing my cock, once again, to twitch.  My balls were beginning to ache, dying for release.

 

As Shane pulled out and got dressed, dad introduced the fourth man.  “Son, this is, Peter, my poz daddy.  I had just started barebacking with Peter about twenty years ago when he found out he had the bug.  Back then, I was a bottom just like you.  Of course, there was no doubt he’d passed it on to me by the time he found out.  Peter used to be on meds, but he stopped taking them about five years ago and has since gone full blown.  I’ll leave it up to you, but Peter really wants to load you up, and I’d love to watch him do it.”

 

I hesitated.  This was obviously taking a risky situation and making it a definite.  If I stopped now, there was still a chance I could walk away uninfected.

 

Dad sensed my hesitation.  “It’s OK son, if you don’t want to.  But keep in mind that this is what daddy really wants.  This is why I flew you up here.  Do you want to give daddy what he wants?”

 

I was defeated.  I wanted to make daddy happy, and Peter’s cock and cum were the key.  They knew their persuasive power… Peter was already at my hole.  He gripped his cock and inserted it into my hole and began thrusting.  “Good boy,” he said.  “I’ve been saving a load for you for about a week now, and I’m so close to busting it that this won’t take long at all.”

 

I watched Peter intently as he delivered on his promise.  For him, clearly thrusting his poz cock into my boi hole was a spiritual experience.  His eyes rolled back in his head as he moaned. “Mmmm, this sloppy neg boi cunt feels so good.  I’m wrecking it with my DNA.  Ugh.”

 

That was the sign that Peter was making his deposit, adding it to what Damian, Fred, and Shane had already left behind.  His thighs slammed against me as he drove himself in as far as he could, emptying his poz charged spunk into my hole.

 

“There you go, Mark,” he said as he pulled out.  Peter moved around the bed and laid at the head of it.  Clearly he wasn’t going anywhere.

 

My daddy - Mark was his name, I guess - pushed me with his hands, guiding me further onto the bed, and around and up onto my knees.  He took off his briefs and knelt and sat behind me, stroking that thin, long, mushroom-tipped cock of his.  

 

“Come back here and sit on daddy’s lap,” he said to me.  I backed down, easily swallowing his cock inside me.  He pressed himself up against my sweaty back, and I felt the heat between us.  “Ugh,” he moaned, whispering in my ear, “It feels so good to slide my prick in and feel the juice from every other member of our fuck family.”

 

I moaned in delight, raising and lowering myself over the entire length of dad’s dick, milking it so that he would add his to my collection.

 

“Good boy.  Goooooooooood boooooy,” he growled as he made the day’s final deposit.  He reached around my waist, but I was so close to the brink that he merely touched my prick through the jock strap I was wearing before my heavy testicles drained, pumping a huge load of my own into the jock strap, soaking it.  As I came, my sphincter tightened around his cock, and he withdrew it, with me milking every drop out of his length.

 

I collapsed on my back onto the bed, next to Peter.  Dad came to lie next to me.  Peter was the first to speak.  “I’m sure the results of your next test will be much improved.”

[k9trucker]

That was really hot. I hope one day i can have the same experience and get the bug.

[jockwhore]

Hot....   hope Goooood booooy will get the desired result in coming tests...

[rapazsolitario]

Really hot story

[str8mature5]

Really good hot story!